“I shouldn't wonder.”
“I do think it was an awful place to go to,” said Lily, with a little sigh of relief that she was out of it.
The girls went along the street until they reached the Ramsey house, next the one where Maria lived. Suddenly a man's figure appeared from the gate. It was almost as if he had been watching.
“Good-evening,” he said, and the girls saw that he was George Ramsey.
“Good-evening, Mr. Ramsey,” responded Maria. She felt Lily's arm tremble in hers. George walked along with them. “I have been to carry the presents which I bought with your money,” said Maria.
“Good heavens! You don't mean that you two girls have been all alone up there?” said George.
“Why, yes,” said Maria. “Why not?”
“Weren't you afraid?”
“Maria isn't afraid of anything,” Lily's sweet, little, tremulous voice piped on the other side.
George was walking next Maria. There was a slight and very gentle accusation in the voice.